New York Detectives (Book 3)

Chapter 2

Sherlock and I ended up playing hide and seek, and I ended up searching for him. So far, I've searched about every room, in the upstairs area, except the guest bathroom in the hallway, then if he's not there: I look for him on the first floor. I creeped into the bathroom, and looked behind the door, under the cabinet, and in the bathtub. Nope, not here. I sighed and made my way downstairs. I looked around, thinking of where to start first. I looked from behind the couches, in closets, in the study room, and the kitchen. I scratched my head, and then placed my hands on my waist.
"OK, you win this round, Sherlock! I give up!" I called out but looked down, and saw the rug had been moved slightly, but it wasn't from my big feet. I sat down, crisscross and when I heard the soft steps of Sherlock. I lied on my stomach and rest my chin on my right hand, a smile on my face. The door opened... and fell on my head. I yelped in pain, then started laughing uncontrollably. Sherlock quickly got up and closed the cellar/ basement door, and once he heard me laughing, he knew I was fine. He chuckled himself, and I finally calmed myself. I was on my back, holding my stomach, and I wiped away the tears and I stared at Sherlock. He was smiling and I smiled back.
"Are you alright? Got your head pretty good." He said and I nodded.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I didn't know it was gonna open that way." I chuckled as I held out my hands, and Sherlock walked over, bending a bit to grab my hands, and he helped pull me up. I clung to his hands, knowing I'd get a head rush. I got one a few seconds later, and I slightly stumbled forward, into Sherlock's chest. I chuckled and took a deep breath, stepping back and letting it out.
"We good?" He asked and I nodded.
"We're good." I said and he smiled. He led us to the couch, and he sat down, pulling me down so I was straddling him. I smirked and covered his eyes and he laughed.
"Here's some trivia, how well do you know my face?" I asked and Sherlock laughed.
"Very well." He said, confidently.
"OK, think you can point out parts of my face without your sight?" I asked and he smirked.
"Let's see." He said and I got comfortable and I uncovered his eyes.
"OK, look to see where my face is." I said and he shook his head. He lightly touched my face, and I closed my eyes and sighed. His pointer finger rested an inch above my right temple, almost touching my hairline, and smiled.
"Here is one of your many beauty marks." He said as he kept his eyes closed, and he dragged his finger down the right side of my face. It rested to the piercing that lied near the end of my eyebrow.
"Your piercing that always changes colors from a black two-ended spike, red, and to green." He said, then moved his finger to the corner of my eye and smiled. He kept his eyes closed, but he was proving how well he mapped out my face.
"Another tiny beauty mark right here. You always, always think it's something that got stuck by your eye so you spend at least 15 minutes trying to rub it off. Then you realize that you're "only trying to rub your flesh away"." He said and I laughed. His hand immediately went to my cheekbones, and once I stopped laughing, he smiled.
"Your cheekbones may not be like mine, but when you smile, they appear and only add beauty to your face. " He said and I smiled even more. His left hand came up and caressed my face as his right hand was tracing my lips.
"Your cupid bow lips, so very, very beautiful." He said and I chuckled.
"Not like yours." I said and he shrugged. Opening his eyes and looking to my lips. His index finger was only going to the curves of my upper lip.
"A bow so lovely, cupid would be jealous. Your upper lip is enough lip." He said and I smiled.
"Enough lip?" I asked and he nodded.
"Not too much that you look like a fish. Not too little that you look like you have no mouth." He said and I smirked. His finger then went to tracing my bottom lip.
"Now, your bottom lip," He said and did a little groan. "I love it. You wonder why you have a "huge bottom lip", but I find it the perfect size. I love kissing you and being able to nibble on it. So luscious, and definitely kissable." He said as he leaned up a bit and kissed me. I leaned down and kissed him back, starting to kiss him a bit harder. I felt his tongue go into my mouth, and I moaned softly at the feeling. Sherlock cupped my bottom, and pulled me closer to him. As close as we could get, and my phone started to ring. I ignored it, continuing to make out with Sherlock like I was a teenager again. I let it go to voicemail, but whoever called hung up, and called again. I felt Sherlock go to pull away, but I grabbed his chin, pulling back slightly for a bit of breath.
"Aren't you gonna answer that?" he asked, panting slightly and I shook my head.
"If it's important, they'll leave a voicemail." I said and Sherlock smirked, starting to kiss me again, and as he started his search for my tongue piercing with his tongue, my phone rang. I groaned and pulled away, pulling out my phone. There was a line of spit from Sherlock's and my lips. I wiped his mouth, then I wiped mine, wiping it on my pants. I answered and put the phone to my ear.
"Hello?" I answered, quite annoyed.
"Destiny? Hey Sweetie, it's Lucie." She said and I rolled my eyes as I leaned close to Sherlock.
"Have you made it to New York yet?" She asked and I sat back, on my heels.
"Yeah, just arrived." I said, rubbing my forehead, and I watched as Sherlock played with a loose string on my tank top.
"Alright, would you like the address to the house?" She asked and I ran a hand through my hair.
"Same house from when I was a child?" I asked.
"Yeah." she said and I got off Sherlock's lap and plopped down into a black chair with dark red trimming.
"Then I'll know where to find it." I said and Sherlock looked at me.
"Why'd you move? " He asked and I smirked, and held my phone away from my ear as Lucie babbled about some neighbors.
"Because if I didn't, I would have continued to kiss you, and possibly do a few other things.." I whispered back and placed the phone against my ear. Lucie had stopped talking and I waited.
"So, what did you think?" She asked and I felt my eyes widen in surprise.
"Um, yeah. Sure." I said, and Lucie sighed.
"Great. I'll see you in an hour." She said and hung up. I groaned and put my phone away.
"Well, I guess I'm going to see Lucie in an hour." I said and Sherlock sighed.
"Damn, you weren't listening to her." He said and I shook my head as I stood up.
"OK, you, my love, are going to get changed into some jeans." I said and Sherlock narrowed his eyes at me.
"Why?" I smirked and started to walk towards the stairs.
"I do love a guy in jeans." I said and winked at him. He immediately got up and started to follow me.